The Dancer

She entered stage with no applause
No heads were turned as she performed
Her fists were clenched down by her side

Jokes were told, people roared
A song was heard but well ignored
I lifted her and tried to hide

Sweat was dripping from her nose
Some old men shouted "Take off your clothes!"
Her smile was forced for everyone

Expensive women were pulling men
Emptying pockets and empty heads
I drank alone but shared the fun

She lifted her skirt up in her hands
And every eye of every man
Sparkled light a hungry man

Her foot was resting on a stool
Her movements made the old men drool
And so she made a few more friends

Upon the stage, she threw her blouse
Her nylons flew into the crowd
Her dark hair hung across her face

Hands reached out, things got rough
She sang no more the song of love
She felt abused, and lost the taste

And Trixie appeared in his evening dress
Always trying to look his best
Looked his way and started to sing